Nhạc sĩ: Brad Paisley, Ross Copperman, Lee Thomas Miller
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Look at that road, look at that sunset, look at that girl waiting on the porch.It's gonna be a cold September. Tell me, boy, what are you waiting for?You only get so many summers. You only get so many summers.So go to that party, light that fire, hold her hand in the high moonlight.And lose track of time, pull an all-nighter. When the sun comes up, kiss her goodnight.You only get so many summers. You only get so many summers.So swing for the fence, jump in the water, soak it all in, watch all the bobbers.Play the songs on the ten.Tell her you love her. Wake up and do it again.You only get so many summers. You only get so many summers.I'd make money cutting grass. Mom would make her sweet tea.I was growing up fast. And eventually, when Dad would want to play catch,I'd say maybe some other time.I want to *** that.Kids say, are you out of your mind?You only get so many summers. You only get so many summers.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.Hey.A man in the park, 80 years on his face.He was watching his grandkids and my kids play.Said you'll wake up tomorrow and that car will be packed.They'll roll off to college and they'll never look back.You only get so many summers.You only get so many summers.Summers, you only get so many summers.So swing for the fence, jump in the water.Play the songs on the town, tell her you love her.Wake up and do it again.Soak it all in, watch our revivers.You only get so many summers.You only get so many summers.You only get so many summers.You only get so many summers.You only get so many summers.You only get so many summers.